The journey back to the pack was a nightmare.
Bound and tied to her horse, Elara could do nothing but watch as the distance grew between her and the freedom she'd almost tasted. Caleb rode ahead of her, his hands also bound, his head bowed with defeat. Every few minutes, he would turn to look at her, and in his eyes she saw the same despair that filled her own heart.
Damon led the column, his back straight, his face hidden. He didn't look at them. Didn't speak. Just rode, silent and terrible, the Alpha who'd been betrayed.
By the time they reached the pack, dawn was breaking. Warriors and families emerged from their huts, staring at the procession with shock and confusion. Whispers spread like wildfire—the Luna and the Beta, captured, bound, brought back in disgrace.
They were taken to
